Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Arizona Mishaps!

Spring Break 2011! We packed up the brand new-to-us Suburban, loaded the cooler with food to feed an army, puke bucket just in case (revisit, please don't!), buckled in our four little treasures and headed to the hot, dry, sunny, beautiful, flat, altitude-less state of Arizona to be with Michael's mom (who traveled over from Texas), brother, sister-in-law, niece and nephew. It was a glorious week filled with amazing food, tons of laughter, life-long memories, and pure, simple FUN. But...there's always a but, huh...there were a few small, minor mishaps and one major heart-stopping moment...

Minor mishaps...

Noah rolling down a soft, green, grassy knoll and smearing his finger in duck poop on his way down...and out Noah does not like to get messy, so this was over the top for him!

Since we're on the topic of poop... Check out what Isaac willingly decided to check out through the sense of touch all on his own... Gross, Isaac. No worries, we washed his hands at least a million times!

Sweet Lindley left us a trail of toilet paper several times...mostly she was trying to get a piece to wipe the snot from her little nose, but she didn't quite understand limits.

Noah is our accident prone little one...and of course he had his fair share of scrapes and bruises. I don't even remember what he did here, but I took a picture because he was so pathetic.

Major mishap...

Everything you read above falls into the "minor mishap" category. I honestly can't believe I'm going to share with the world what happened as our "major mishap." But I figure if Michael used it as a sermon illustration last week, I might as well share it with you.

Miss Lindley has become quite independent. She will just go and explore without any regard to where she is, who she is with, who should be with her, or where boundaries are set. Why should she? She's just 17 months old.

All that to say... One morning the kids were playing in the backyard, Michael and Daniel were "working" on the patio table, I had just come back from a run, and the cable guys were fixing the cable. We were all chatting, having a good time. I decided to go in and shower up to be ready for the rest of the day. All was well... I went upstairs, saw a hair tie on the counter and something in me decided that I needed to run downstairs and put Lindley's hair up so it wasn't in her eyes, sticking to her snot, or flossing her teeth. When I got to the backyard, I didn't see my two-foot tall princess. Nobody saw that girl. Mild panic set in...we all got up and just started looking for her...this gate was shut, so I thought we were safe...

I pushed it open and made it to the front yard at the exact time Daniel came through the front door towards the yard. I looked left, since that was the direction of the path that led to the lake not 200 yards from their front door. Daniel looked right...and he spied that sweet, adorable, blond hair, blue eyed beauty about 200 yards down the sidewalk strolling towards the middle of the street. My heart sank...we both sprinted toward her, Daniel grabbed her and I took her and just held her tight.

So many what ifs instantly began playing in my head... What if I hadn't decided to put her silly hair up? What if she had turned left instead of right and saw the sparkly, tempting lake in front of her? What if a car had been passing by not paying attention to a little toddler in the middle of the street? What if she had been snatched up by someone other than this Mommy? So many...and I voiced them. And I had to stop. I could not keep dwelling on what could have happened, but I needed to dwell on the fact that she was safe.

It was no one's fault...well, I like to blame the cable guys, after all, they were the ones who opened the gate and didn't bother closing it immediately. Ugh.

Thank you, Jesus, for giving me the nudge to go back and tend to my Lindley's hair. Thank you for taking her stroll through the neighborhood in the safe direction. Thank you for protecting her, watching her, being with her. Amen.


Derrick, Shelbie, kai, Addalyn and Eli said...

Ah friend, glad you & Michael shared this story. We are only human and most all parents probably have similar stories somewhere along the way (told or not told)! Like my mishaps with Addie at Chick-Fil-A x 2 in the same visit! This is a beautiful story of God's grace around us as parents. And thank God for that.

FerniFamily said...

Hmmm...yes, a trip we will all remember. (The good and the scary!) Hopefully our next get together will be less eventful!!! Miss ya'll terribly!!! Love you!